The structure of the spirit rest in peace
when thine heart is still,
mentally controlling the emotional pull
to acquire ends by any means,
swagged out in some skinny jeans;
however, Bonafide is on a different plain,
remain focused and sane,
even though folks label me dope,
never snorted coke,
or punctured veins with needles filled
with false hope;
stuck with the choices of the decisions made,
loving the outcome when the path chosen
was the correct road taken,
tectonic plates vibrate and the earth quakes,
however remain unshaken;
stable foundation in a nation preparing to crumble,
space ships on final missions with 10,000lbs.
of provisions,
traveling to unmarked destinations;
causing the thinkers to wonder what's truly a foot,
gravitational pull getting stronger,
bees dying off,
so secret lives are lost,
all at a priceless cost;
presidents,
queens,
and civilians,
but who truly is the world's Boss...
